Remus woke up in the basement. He had a pounding headache and was covered in dirt and blood.
“Good full moon,” he muttered to himself, before ascending the stairs and unlocking the latch. This was the safest way he knew to keep himself away from other people. When he got into the kitchen, Lily and James were sitting there sipping their coffee.

“Oh Remus you look awful,” Lily said, reaching over and picking up her wand. “Terego,” she said, pointing at him.
Remus looked down and saw he was no longer dirty. Peering at his reflection through the metal kettle, he saw his face only had a few more scars but no blood or dirt. “Thanks Lil,” he said. “Anything new? Any word from Dumbledore?”

“Not yet, but we’ve been waiting for his owl,” Lily said, standing up to pour him a mug of coffee.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the mug and sliding into a chair. “I wonder when he wants to see us.”
James shrugged and said “Dunno mate, probably something about fighting Voldemort.”
They all nodded, not sure whether to be frightened at the thought of fighting someone so dangerous, or excited to help protect others.